Photo by Nadezhda Moryak

you say I know you but it cannot be

none can ever truly know what they cannot see

the inside lies that strike terror of ever being known

the inside lies that we cover with religious tome

 we know all our finite minds can hold but no more

we profess our Faith and cry out to The LORD

for if The Blood of His Son could not atone for every sin

our inside lies would surely kill all infinite Hope within